Page 71 of Bred By the Minotaur

I wrap my arms around his neck so I can kiss his snout as he pulls out, nearly withdrawing, and then dives back in.

“So do you. Your cock is magic.”

Hank snorts in that way I love, and his thrusts grow more frantic. He emits a long low as I get closer and closer to my climax, tightening around him with every feverish pump of his hips. Somehow, he holds me up with just one arm while he reaches down between us to flick my clit.

Oops, I’m a goner.

I cry out as I spasm all around him, and Hank roars like an animal as he fucks me faster. I grip the hair on the back of his neck as my orgasm wrings me like a wet rag, but Hank isn’t done yet. When I’ve recovered, he throws me onto the bed.

“Get on your knees,” he instructs, standing at the edge, his cock proud and dripping as it waits for me.

I do as I’m told, remembering the first time we met and he fucked me just like this. I’m still panting from my previous orgasm as he glides in, riding a wave of my wetness.

We go at it like that for what feels like hours, simply enjoying each other, not worrying about anything back home. Once we’re both sated, Hank collapses on top of me, his cum gushing out all over the hotel bed.

Good thing I went on the pill. With Archie being as much work as he is, I don’t know if I can handle another one.

“I love you so goddamn much, Phoebe,” Hank murmurs in my ear, rolling over so he can bundle me up in his arms. “Sometimes it’s like my heart is going to explode.”

I giggle against his collarbone. “I know the feeling. I always wondered what it would be like to love someone like this... and it’s so much more than I thought it could be.”

Hank smiles against my hair. Soon, I hear him snoring, which he only does when he’s been drinking. I fall asleep in his arms like that, wondering how I got so lucky.

Our time away is wonderful, but after only four days, I’m longing to go home and see our boys. When we call, Milo gets on the phone, chatting our ears off about school and all the fun activities he’s doing with Grandma and Sandra. We say goodnight to him every evening, and I wish I could hold him in my arms.

Finally, the plane lands, and we find Imelda, Sandra, and the boys all waiting outside security. Milo runs toward us, nearly bowling me over when he leaps on me. He’s gotten even bigger, and I expect I’ll only be more surprised each day by his growth. Hank picks him up and swings him around, and Milo lets out a delighted squeal.

And the moment I hold Archie in my arms again? I can’t help the tears from flowing down my cheeks when I look into his perfect little face, and I kiss his forehead over and over. Sandra puts her arm around me, patting my shoulder, while Hank and Imelda exchange hugs.

That’s when I know that I’m right back where I belong.